Because I know I'll rise above someday and I know 'll need my face some way.
Pictures are gonna make a path. Expose and conquer grainy pasts.
It will all come into focus soon and I'll be the one who suggested we zoom.
My need for reunity is patient.
A simple shade of green on wet pavement.
"Do I get to play with your curly hair?" she said.
"Curly hair? When your dead."
I hope we clean up.
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